All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
He types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.
All work and no play makes Dean a
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[Now, there's a boy with some issues. And some demons on his tail, if he recalls correctly. And a potential challenge, to boot. Perhaps a nice place to start.]
This time... we'll work together.
Isn't that what we'd said?
[He's used to using the information he's got, the truth he knows, to get what he wants. To hiding ulterior motives, too. The words come out surprisingly easily.]
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[A grin twitches onto his face, and he switches to video to show it off.]
Yeah, there's prob'ly a coupla big bads around here this time. It's too damn quiet.
[Time to make some noise.]
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[Oh, no, not for long... He'll take care of the problem. He'll get rid of all the problems...]
...Shall we... meet somewhere?
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[So he can see you coming.]
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[No one ever sees him coming, man.]
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Look up! Look down! Where is he now? Dean is in the foyer, looking (as usual) mostly intimidating with his duffel bag of goodies.]
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Good evening.
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Hello, Clarice.
[He grins.]
You look different. Get your hair done, maybe?
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[He takes a step closer, slow, graceful, purposeful.]
Oh? I wonder... what could it be...
[...Has his smile always been quite that creepy?]
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[Dean's crooked grin is looking more feral by the second.]
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A game... is it?
But you know... there have always been monsters among us.
[Is he referring to the wolves? To the literal monsters? To mononoke specifically? Anyone's guess.]
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[Also the voices. They tell him things, too.]
I make a living outta monsters. I wanna play.
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[He steps closer again, the swish of silk and the chime of bells whispering in his wake. Something in his mind is urging him on. His smile is warm, sharp, dark.]
Then is this... your type of game?
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This is my kind of game.
[He'd wink if he wasn't missing an eye.]
I need a partner.
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[He isn't prey. He doesn't move like prey, talk like prey, think like prey, and whatever reasons he has for tracking down the rabbits, something in him understands that, respects it.]
Then I am... at your service.
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[And you thought his grin couldn't get any wider!]
How d'you plan on doin' anything with your sharp-'n-pointy cut off?
[Dean nods to the Medicine Seller's sword, because he's pretty sure that it doesn't work unless it knows all the info. They don't have time for that. There are things to hunt.]
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